Crushed Too Many Grapez

A break from insanity is what I feel I need,
But,
I’m always in a zone of joy anytime I conceive,
A line birthed from many growing pains,
Cracks in my picture frame,
I couldn’t put back or,
So it seemed…

Because,
Haven’t you been shattered by truth before?
If I tell my truths to the other side of my fence,
Will the walls between us break when we’re forced!
To hear the shrieks of each other’s pain?

Eventually,
The Bottle breaks open after pouring in too many crushed grapes.
Whining until your night caps off with more than a shot,
Clinging on to every demon you’ve refused to face.
Blacked out in pitch black darkness while you fade!
Away!…
Within every hole in a heart full of love you’ve refused to,
Embrace…